Ensign Renaie Shortrith - My Word, My Bond, My Honour
Renaie Shortrith
((Corridor, Deck 10, USS Ronin))
Taking a shaky breath, Renaie kept walking for a while before they felt a thump, indicating they had accidentally walked into someone, that someone being Commander Raga.
For a moment, they could have sworn they saw a negative expression on his face, even for a split second.
Shortrith: Huh- Apologies, Commander Raga. I didn't see you there.
Raga: It’s alright, counselor. I let myself get distracted by my own thoughts as well. Though it might be prudent to focus on where both of us are walking in the future.
The first officer offered a slight smile.
Shortrith: Yeah, I'll look where I'm going next time. How are you going with everything?
oO Hopefully you haven't been negatively affected by everything… Oo
Raga: I’m well enough. Took a walk to clear my head and to get Sylara out of my office for a bit. Since she currently can’t fly due to her wing she can’t just fly around the ship like she used to. Aside from that, I worry about the crew.
The owl gave a soft hoot and rotated her head to stare at Renaie a moment before her head bobbed up and down in greeting. Renaie smiled a little, and bobbed their head in response.
Shortrith: That's certainly understandable, given everything that's happening.
Raga: Agreed. Facing a deadly plague is tough enough, but the fact our Captain was also afflicted doesn’t help. I know firsthand how demoralizing it can be for a crew when their CO is injured.
Shortrith: Yeah… I hope he's okay.
While still looking at Renaie, Commander Raga gave his owl scritches on the chest plumage.
Raga: My family is on the Blackheart. They hadn’t managed to get infected, thankfully. My kids have already faced enough near death experiences before they could crawl. I’m glad they lucked out. And apologies, counselor. If I seem, abrasive at all. My people have a long standing hatred of Klingons. A history of bloody conflicts and all that. It’s something I know I need to work on, so I was actually planning on scheduling a session with you specifically to do that.
oO That probably explains the initial negative reaction towards me. ::pauses:: Wait, he has children??? I mean… it makes sense, given his age. Oi, brain, don't turn this into a situation where you 'glitched' upon realising someone has kids again. Unless someone is offering a raktajino to reboot. Oo
Shortrith: I hope your family stays safe, especially in a scenario like this. And it's alright. ::more to themself than anything:: I'm used to people not having the best reactions toward me, both because of my species and appearance. ::back to Raga:: If there's anything I can do about it…
Renaie drifted off and glanced at their own hands for a moment. On bad insecurity days, they often wore gloves, as their vitiligo was in large patches on both the palms and the backs of their hands. Fortunately for Renaie, this day wasn't one of those days. This day was also a day where they felt comfortable not covering up the vitiligo on their face, being truly, authentically themself.
Raga: The crew needs you more than I at the moment. This is something I’ve carried my whole life. They just survived the deadliest plague in the galaxy, so I can wait. How are you holding up? I imagine helping so many try to cope with all this takes its toll.
oO What should I say? Oo
Shortrith: Honestly, I want to go help find a cure, but I know I need to be back here to provide support for these people. It could just be the medical officer in me that I was on the Astraeus, but… I know I need to be the counsellor. That's why I'm here.
Raga: Response
Shortrith: I suppose so, yeah.
Raga: Response
Shortrith: I'll use all the tools in my arsenal to help these people however I can. You have my word. My word is my bond, and my bond is my honour.
Raga: Response
[Tags/TBC]Ensign Renaie Shortrith
Assistant Counsellor
USS Ronin
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